Something Wicked This Way Comes Lyrics - Wednesday 13

Where do you come from? 

The dust 

Where will you go to 

The grave 

Darkness soon falls 

Everyone calls 

Something wicked this way comes. 

Stirring up the brewing pot, 

I like words that rhyme with death 

And things that rot, 

I got a bone to pick but I don't know where to start, baby. 

There's something wicked, there's something wicked 

And I like things that when they go wrong 

And I prefer Godzilla to king-Kong 

And what you call hell I can home, baby 

There's something wicked, there's something wicked 

Where do you come from? 

The dust 

Where will you go to 

The grave 

Darkness soon falls 

Everyone calls 

Something wicked this way comes 

Where do you come from? 

The dust 

Here will you go to 

The grave 

Darkness soon falls 

Everyone calls 

Something wicked this way comes 

Don't worry I'll hold my breath because the only certain Thing for me is 

Death 

But I'll always dress to depress, baby 

There's something wicked, there's something wicked 

Alice Cooper and G.I Joe, taught me everything I need to know 

And when I hear 'HEY-HO', I scream 'LET'S GO', Baby. 

There's something wicked, there's something wicked 

Where do you come from? 

The dust 

Where will you go to 

The grave 

Darkness soon falls 

Everyone calls 

Something wicked this way comes 

Where do you come from? 

The dust 

Where will you go to 

The grave 

Darkness soon falls 

Everyone calls 

Something wicked this way comes 

Where do you come from? 

The dust 

Where will you go to 

The grave 

Darkness soon falls 

Everyone calls 

Something wicked this way comes 

Where do you come from? 

The dust 

Where will you go to 

The grave 

Darkness soon falls 

Everyone calls 

Something wicked this way comes 

Where do you come from? 

The dust 

Where will you go to 

The grave 

Darkness soon falls 

Everyone calls 

Something wicked this way comes